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There are lines that cross the void between the...
and shape them to their fates...
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Quite frankly, my dear
the air never really sat well...
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I feel deflated, like a birthday balloon
post party...
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She was not mine to love
and still I would give...
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In Memory of Daydreams
She walked into the room and all went silent...
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Coming back down from the Boreal forest,
The little twittering song birds gather with zest...
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Canvas splashed with vibrant colors,
where red and blue amalgamate...
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Diamond in the Dark
I...
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I cut my sorrow open
and let the black glass...
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The best writers have childhoods
where I have an empty jar...
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Opening to the world,
the window in my room...
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You said you'd be there,
painting a secure dream...